lil bit of poetry

IN YON SILENT WOODS, WHERE SHADOWS LINGER, A DESOLATE SOUL, LOST IN DEEPEST DESPAIR. NO SYMPHONY OF LIFE, MERE ECHOES OF SORROW, A SPECTRAL PRESENCE, YEARNING FOR THE MORROW. BENEATH THE TWISTED BOUGHS, WHERE DARKNESS DWELLS, A HEARTACHE DEEPER THAN THE DEEPEST WELLS. NO SOLACE IN SILENCE, JUST HAUNTING CRIES, IN THE WILDERNESS OF EMPTINESS, WHERE HOPE DENIES. THE TREES BEAR WITNESS TO A SOUL'S DEMISE, AS TEARS FALL LIKE RAIN FROM DESOLATE SKIES. A VOID WITHIN, A CHASM SO WIDE, IN THE FOREST OF SOLITUDE, WHERE EMOTIONS HIDE. NO LAUGHTER OF THE STREAM, NO RUSTLING LEAVES, ONLY THE ECHOES OF A HEART THAT GRIEVES. AMIDST THE PINES, WHERE NO SUNLIGHT SEEPS, A HOLLOW SOUL IN THE ABYSS OF SLEEP. THE MOON WEEPS SILVER TEARS UPON THE EARTH, A REFLECTION OF DESPAIR, A SOUL'S REBIRTH. NO SOLACE IN THE SHADOWS, NO SOLACE IN THE NIGHT, IN THE FOREST OF SOLITUDE, WHERE DREAMS TAKE FLIGHT. THE WHISPERS OF THE WIND TELL TALES OF WOE, IN THIS DESOLATE FOREST, WHERE FEELINGS GROW. A SYMPHONY OF SILENCE, A MOURNFUL SOUND, IN THE HEART OF THE WOODS, WHERE DESPAIR IS FOUND.